"Right!" Fortunately, Hah'Er was the sensible one. It took the snake from Egg and patted its head encouragingly before handing the snake over to Shen Yibin. The meat was too tender; it really was better in a soup than on a grill.
Egg still wanted to snatch the snake back, but Hah'Er held it back. After a long series of grunts and squeaks, Egg seemed to finally get the message. It then sat on the ground with its cheeks puffed out, watching without blinking as Shen Yibin skinned the snake and chopped it into inch-long pieces.
From the look of it, if the snake soup Shen Yibin was making didn't turn out delicious, Egg would surely give him hell.
'Damn it! You've eaten every last scrap of food I've made for the past few days, and now you're turning your nose up at my cooking? Fine, let's see if you have the guts to refuse it later!'
